January 15, 2014
12:00 a.m.
She calls.
Him: I'm a-at a prty
Her: You're drunk aren't you.
Him: Maaaaybee
Her: Ok.
Him: I lyk your voice.
Her: Thanks, yours sounds like nails.
Him: Baby, I want to know whoya are
Her: Go back to your party
She hangs up.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Calls
Short Story❝It was precisely midnight when he wondered if the beauty of her name would ever touch his arid lips❞ - M i d n i g h t M y s t e r y
